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Match-Making
by
Only a few days passed before Mrs. Martindale managed to throw herself into the company of the young man.
“How were you pleased with the party, Mr. Fenwick?” she began.
“At Mrs. Allenson’s?”
“Yes.”
“Very much.”
“So I thought.”
“Did I seem, then, particularly pleased?”
“I thought so.”
“Indeed! Well, I can’t say that I was interested a great deal more than I usually am on such occasions.”
“Not a great deal more?”
“No, I certainly was not.”
“But a little more?”
“Perhaps I was; but I cannot be positive.”
“Oh yes. I know it. And I’m of the opinion that you were not the only person there who was interested a little more than usual.”
“Ah, indeed! And who was the other, pray?”
“A dear little girl, whom I could mention.”
“Who was she?”
“The sweetest young lady in the room.”
“Well, what was her name?”
“Can’t you guess?”
“I am not good at guessing.”
“Try.”
“Mary Lester?”
“Of course! Ha! ha! ha! I knew it.”
“Knew what?”
“Oh yes, Mr. Innocence! Knew what!”
“You are disposed to be quite merry, Mrs. Martindale.”
“I always feel merry when I see a young couple like you and Mary Lester mutually pleased with each other.”
“Mutually pleased?”
“Of course, mutually pleased.”
“How do you know that, Mrs. Martindale?”
“Haven’t I got a good pair of eyes in my head?”
“Very good, I should certainly think, to make such a wonderful discovery.”
“Seriously, though, Mr. Fenwick, do you not think Mary Lester a very sweet girl?”
“Certainly I do.”
“And just such a one as you could love?”
“Any one, it seems to me, might love Mary Lester; but then, it is just as apparent that she could not love any one who might chance to offer.”
“Of course not. And I should be very sorry to think that she could. But of one thing I am certain, she cannot look upon you with unfavourable eyes.”
“Mrs. Martindale!”
“I am in earnest, Mr. Fenwick.”
“What reason have you for thinking so?”
“Very good reason. I had my eyes on you both at Mrs. Allenson’s party, and I saw as plain as could be that Mary was deeply interested. Since then, I have met her, and observed her eye brighten and her cheek kindle at the mention of your name. Mr. Fenwick, she is a prize well worth winning, and may be yours.”
“Are you, then, really serious?” the young man now said, his tone and manner changing.
“Assuredly I am, Mr. Fenwick.”
“Mary Lester, you know, moves in a circle above my own; that is, her father is accounted rich, and I am known to have nothing but my own energies to depend upon.”
“All that is nothing. Win her affections, and she must be yours.”
“But I am not so certain that I can do that.”
“Nonsense! It is half done already.”
“You seem very positive about the matter.”
“Because I am never mistaken on these subjects. I can tell, the moment I see a young couple together, whether they will suit each other or not.”
“And you think, then, that we will just suit?”
“Certainly I do.”
“I only wish that I could think so.”
“Do you, indeed? I am glad to hear you say that. I thought you could not be insensible to the charms of so sweet a girl.”
“Do you, then, really believe that if I offered myself to Mary Lester, she would accept me?”
“If you went the right way about it, I am sure she would.”
“What do you mean by the right way?”
“The right way for you, of course, is to endeavour to win her affections. She is already, I can see, strongly prepossessed in your favour, but is not herself aware to what extent her feelings are interested. Throw yourself into her company as much as you can, and when in her company pay her the kindest attentions. But do not visit her at her own house at present, or her father may crush the whole affair. When I see her again, I will drop a word in your favour.”
“I am certainly very much indebted to you, Mrs. Martindale, for your kind hints and promised interference. I have often felt drawn toward Mary, but always checked the feeling, because I had no idea that I, could make an impression on her mind.”